Sunday saw the usual cramming of people into a little house for Easter/Dad's birthday fun. As always, Dave was happy to see his family and big talk of marriage and bridesmaid dresses was in the air.
Dave felt slightly disappointed that Ste and Jenny had asked Emma to be bridesmaid, not him, but oh well, can't win im all. It was clear from Alan's face that he felt the same. Baldy would have been perfect for the little purple dress they had.
Emma, as always, dragged Dave to one side so they could begin their teach/play battle all over again.
"I have a secret..." she annouced suddenly.
"What?"
"I know your Father Christmas!"
....
.... big belly... beard... hardly ever sees her... it was all so obvious!
Dave was Father Christmas!
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Oops
Dave had been bashing away at his computer for months in a desperate attempt to have a very important paper all done and dusted in time to go to press.
That's right, this would be published, Dave's name would be in print.
Now approaching the final week, when all the results should be well and truely in and only a quick write up should be required, Dave gave his program a final once over check.
'... oh no...'
There were advantages and disadvantages to the copy/paste method of repeating something 1000 times. The obvious advantage was it was unbelievably quicker than writing it all out each time.
The disadvantage being one tiny, crucial, mistake in the first one would become 1000 tiny, crucial mistakes and the whole set of results would be useless.
'....that should be "i-1" not just "i"....'
Damn.
That's right, this would be published, Dave's name would be in print.
Now approaching the final week, when all the results should be well and truely in and only a quick write up should be required, Dave gave his program a final once over check.
'... oh no...'
There were advantages and disadvantages to the copy/paste method of repeating something 1000 times. The obvious advantage was it was unbelievably quicker than writing it all out each time.
The disadvantage being one tiny, crucial, mistake in the first one would become 1000 tiny, crucial mistakes and the whole set of results would be useless.
'....that should be "i-1" not just "i"....'
Damn.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Mother's day 2006
Ingredients:
5 'children' aged 19 to 28
5 'children's' partners
2 grandchildren
1 husband
Throw the ingredients randomly into a small 2 bedroomed terraced house, shake well and voila the perfect mother's day present.
This year had come so close to that, with only Pea and Rach letting the side down, shame on them. Flowers, chocolates and cards filled the room. Dave, in his never ending attempt to be original, wrote his mummy a book. Or rather he printed out his already written blog. Either way his mummy was pleased, and that's all that mattered.
Having twelve peoples great and small in one little house, mostly in one little room, is pretty snug. Dave was quite often dragged away by his over excited neice Emma. "Let's play hide and seek!!!"
"Emm, there's not alot of places to hide in this room..."
"I can hide under the bed! Come on, let's play!"
... doesn't knowing where a person is hiding kinda spoil the game just a tad?
Dave began his equally determined attempt to try and teach his neice a few new reading words. The battle of wits commenced. It ended up very much in a tie, with Emma under the bed and Dave reading "Red, Blue, Yellow..." to himself.
His other neice, Anya, was as predictable as ever. The amount she cried seemed directly poportional to the inverse of how close she was to Jean. i.e the closer she got to Jean, the louder she got. So cute.
Everyone else sat around chatting about this or that while stuffing themselves full of Teddy-bear cookies.
It was an overall happy occasion.
5 'children' aged 19 to 28
5 'children's' partners
2 grandchildren
1 husband
Throw the ingredients randomly into a small 2 bedroomed terraced house, shake well and voila the perfect mother's day present.
This year had come so close to that, with only Pea and Rach letting the side down, shame on them. Flowers, chocolates and cards filled the room. Dave, in his never ending attempt to be original, wrote his mummy a book. Or rather he printed out his already written blog. Either way his mummy was pleased, and that's all that mattered.
Having twelve peoples great and small in one little house, mostly in one little room, is pretty snug. Dave was quite often dragged away by his over excited neice Emma. "Let's play hide and seek!!!"
"Emm, there's not alot of places to hide in this room..."
"I can hide under the bed! Come on, let's play!"
... doesn't knowing where a person is hiding kinda spoil the game just a tad?
Dave began his equally determined attempt to try and teach his neice a few new reading words. The battle of wits commenced. It ended up very much in a tie, with Emma under the bed and Dave reading "Red, Blue, Yellow..." to himself.
His other neice, Anya, was as predictable as ever. The amount she cried seemed directly poportional to the inverse of how close she was to Jean. i.e the closer she got to Jean, the louder she got. So cute.
Everyone else sat around chatting about this or that while stuffing themselves full of Teddy-bear cookies.
It was an overall happy occasion.
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